KIADA
do not misunderstand me when i call myself a shell
i mean a used up bullet casing
He directs his attention to Jigano for the time, and her hand shakes, tears hot that slide down her face. She’s come every inch the warrior he knew she could be, prepared her heart the most she could, but it does nothing to prepare her for the way he stills at her announcement. Yes. I would have married you, would have been honored.
His voice crumbles and she falters slightly. A shaking breath racks through her, but she’s strong despite her begging. And she grows stronger as that dual toned gaze snaps back to her. That she’d choose Deimos over him. And it hurts, it cuts her deeper than she imagined. To have to choose between two that had died, only to be resurrected again. To choose. There’s a pulse of uncertainty that airs around her as she grits her teeth, tightens the hand around the sword Deimos has made her, adorned with flames and snowflakes.
“I want to have you both.” She manages, breath clouding before her. And perhaps she’s an idiot for this, but she steps forward, drawing her hands back to her side, clutching her weaponry like it’s her life.
Since it is, really.
And she makes it to the edge of the shadow, to look up at this version of him that isn’t quite him. And her shadowed, blue gaze sharpens. It hardens to ice. And all over she’s cold. “I love you.” She manages, somehow. “And I’m sorry.” Taking a few more steps to close the distance, she aims her sword up at him, heart shattering and breaking in the process.
His voice crumbles and she falters slightly. A shaking breath racks through her, but she’s strong despite her begging. And she grows stronger as that dual toned gaze snaps back to her. That she’d choose Deimos over him. And it hurts, it cuts her deeper than she imagined. To have to choose between two that had died, only to be resurrected again. To choose. There’s a pulse of uncertainty that airs around her as she grits her teeth, tightens the hand around the sword Deimos has made her, adorned with flames and snowflakes.
“I want to have you both.” She manages, breath clouding before her. And perhaps she’s an idiot for this, but she steps forward, drawing her hands back to her side, clutching her weaponry like it’s her life.
Since it is, really.
And she makes it to the edge of the shadow, to look up at this version of him that isn’t quite him. And her shadowed, blue gaze sharpens. It hardens to ice. And all over she’s cold. “I love you.” She manages, somehow. “And I’m sorry.” Taking a few more steps to close the distance, she aims her sword up at him, heart shattering and breaking in the process.
as in, the aftermath of something lethal
as in, an echo of inflicted evil
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
